A life in Ruins, a hurt far wide
alone and alienated from the world
a fairy tale lost of all imagination
made the hurt open wide ...

Inside this life
I close my yes I live to tell
with dreams cluttered and whirled
people change I can't wait for them
TO TELL ...

I can't explain if your listening
lock up in silence a living hell
a loving hand that saved me
you step across my threshold
how could you I cry ...

The Angels sing to me like the wind.
throughout the trees, with echoes of
thundering walls, my mind is blank
of all synchronicities, I can't explain
only if your listening ....

A brave new world awaits for me
under its spell, waits for me to explore
if only I take can a leap of faith
and unmask my veil of shadows
masked by the moon, it's way to soon
PLEASE DON'T tell ...

You stepped across my threshold
one last time ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

You are the awe that fills my soul,
Every time I see the sun rise.
Just as it has,
5267 other times of my temporary existence.
You are the small beauties that make life magnificent.
And like a telescope your image is amplified.
When I see you, every doubt I've ever had is denied.
The threshold of every nerve impulse is intensified,
I feel you.
My only wish,
Is that one day you'd would feel me too.